[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

For Batman, the world's best detective, it is not difficult to deduce where the two children were previously hidden by the clown.

First of all, this is within the reach of two young children.

Second, the place is secluded enough that at least no neighbors will call the police for strange people coming or going or hearing strange noises.

Finally, considering the dim sky outside, the children would probably run towards bright places in their panic. Therefore, the range drawn with the church as the center allowed Bruce to quickly lock on to the declining villa area.

It used to be the most ferocious area for real estate speculation in Gotham, but because of the outbreak of soil liquefaction, people who happily bought villas were frightened and quickly sold them. Even real estate developers were unwilling to continue investing. The planned small villa-style community gradually It has become a haunted house community that no one cares about.

It's really clever to tie a kid to that place.There are so many haunted rumors in the neighborhood that even if the police ever believed such calls, after the "cry wolf" story has been played out too many times, no one will call "heard children crying" Take the notification to heart.

Dressed in a bat costume and blending into the night, he was still a little troubled about how to determine which villa the clown was hiding in, but a woman screaming like ghosts and wolves made Bruce instantly determine the target.

"It's all - your - fault!" The woman's stern voice seemed to be scraping the glass with a sharp knife. Even Bruce, who had fought wits and courage with the clown for many years, rarely heard the clown's victim scream so miserable .

But she dared to make such a noise while facing the clown, this woman is also courageous... Kejia?

Thanks to the reaction practiced through years of vigilante career, even though his mind is in chaos, Bruce still uses the surrounding environment to hide his figure while discovering suspicious targets, and in a half-sluggish, half-shocked state, he will be completely different from what he imagined. The scene of "clown confronting the victim" is eye-catching.

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Thomas looked at the weak wife who was described as "unrecognizable" in front of him. When Martha was still on the verge of collapse, he tried to cheer up his depressed wife, hoping that she could get out of the pain-people are How do you say it?

The dead are gone, the living are like this.

It is heartbreaking to lose a young child, but the living have to live the rest of their lives with tears in their eyes no matter what.

So he said the words that now, in retrospect, made him wish he could turn around and silence himself."I miss your smile, Martha," he said.

The response to this sentence was Martha's two cut scars extending from the corner of her mouth to her cheeks. Even after being stitched up, it still looked like a bloody grin.

When dreaming back in the middle of the night, Thomas tortured himself more than once, whether it was true that every time Martha accused him, all of this was his fault—if he hadn’t been Thomas Wayne, their family would still be happy now Together.

"What are you trying to do! Martha!" Thomas flew towards the grim-faced clown Martha, pinching his hands and arms fiercely, "So many casualties! Those are all children, children!"

"Whoa! And what do you want to do then? Huh? What do you say? Oh, I see!" Martha began to sing in a sweet and creepy voice, " You are the hero who saves the poor little baby! Batman! They don't even know that Batman can't even save his own cubs! Hahahahahahaha!"

"These are two different things that have nothing to do with each other!" Thomas said fiercely, with a hint of vicissitudes in his tone, "If it wasn't for you—"

"Because of me? Because of me!" Martha's voice became high-pitched. Even though Thomas grabbed her hands, she still stood on her toes and moved her pale face towards him, "How dare you! If it wasn't for you, my The baby will still be alive! Didn’t it mean that parents should protect their children? Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! Hahahahaha!”

Bruce didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. Strictly speaking, he didn't feel anything at all—his mind was extremely clear at the moment, and he was analyzing the situation in front of him as an absolutely rational and objective detective. The child died, and the husband hoped that his wife would get out of the pain, but the wife blamed her husband...what is he to blame?

The dark alley, the gangster with a gun, the frightened child who didn't know how to react, the pearl necklace on the mother's neck, the father stepped forward to block the child... in front of him.

"No matter what you want, just take it." The father threw the wallet to the ground and raised his hands and said to the gangster, "Please don't hurt my wife and son."

"Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots sounded, and both father and mother fell down.

If the father (no, not the father, calm and rational, Bruce! Don't let the emotions lead you!), where would the bullet go if the man hadn't stood in the way?

So is that the case?

The man did not protect the child well, and the woman blamed him.

The woman tried to hurt other people's children-the man protected other people's children-the woman resented him even more for not being able to protect his own children, but willing to stand up to protect other irrelevant people.

The same two bullets destroyed the same family in different ways.

After seeing countless disgusting and horrific crime scenes, for the first time Bruce felt the nauseating revulsion coming from deep in his stomach.

Thomas' Batman and Martha's Joker are still engaged in the seemingly ridiculous and pathetic "couple quarrel", but the topic has shifted to another person at some point.

"What's the matter with that boy! No no no, let me guess, oh! You must have grown a substitute in another woman after all these years, right! Haha!"

"What? Nonsense! It's not like that, it's Bruce's kid..."

"What use is your crazy wife but nonsense? Oh look, is the great Batman finally crazy too? Bruce's kid? Hahahahahaha, we can be crazy couples together, dear Will you book a double room for me in Arkham?"

"I'm serious, Martha." Thomas firmly grasped Martha who was kicking and kicking in place, and began to repeat in her ear what happened in the back alley of the theater more than 20 years ago, a family of three and a man, The story of a gun.

Bruce stared straight at Martha who was crying "Stop talking!", even he didn't know when he covered his mouth with his hand, he could already feel the pain deep in his throat burning with stomach acid .

So when a trash can is shoved into his hand, Bruce is grateful.

"Don't worry, I won't say it." One hand used a steady frequency to draw circles on Bruce's back to help him smooth, "Think about the good... Now I know who your melee talent comes from It came from there."

Jason crouched beside Bruce in a beggar squatting position, with one hand on Bruce's back and the other hanging limply on his knee, looking at Thomas and Martha's growling eight o'clock lazily. files.

"The hammer came without warning, really..." Jason moved his free hand to the swollen part of his skull, "There was no defense at all."

Putting down the trash can, Bruce turned his head and looked at Jason, who should belong to the "target to be rescued". The other party seemed to have experienced countless storms, and his calm attitude made him suddenly feel that he was the one waiting to be rescued. One party's illusion.

"Your mother is hot." Jason's comment made Bruce wonder whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm.

Martha Wayne has never been a gentle little sheep, even though most people will be misled by her image of an elegant lady, but every member of the Wayne family knows that the one who speaks loudest under this roof is this Wayne Mrs. En.In Bruce's vague childhood memories, the Uncles of the Wayne family, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, visited for the last time. When they left, they almost fell at the gate and broke their front teeth, while the mother in his memory was still dignified and elegant. Standing at the door and seeing off guests with a smile.

"...Well." Bruce could only barely respond.

"You know, I thought it was too unfair to you before, saying that you were emotionally constipated or something." Jason watched Martha break free from Thomas's grip and swung the hammer again. It was unbelievable. A simple tool lying in a toolbox for hammering nails can show such power in her hands, "I don't want to see you showing your emotions at all now."

Bruce felt a breath choked in his chest, hesitating whether to slap Jason on the back of the head as hello, this kid seems to be born with the ability to make his blood pressure soar.

Thomas struggled to dodge Martha's hammer, and at the same time asked his mad wife: "If there is such a chance, let everything I said come true? Men and women die in the alley, but the children live Now, do you think I should take this opportunity?"

Martha's hammer fell to the ground, knocking out a hole in the already old and decayed floor. A metaphor popped up in Jason's mind. The jagged crack on their toes was like the gap between the couple.And Thomas didn't know what the purpose was, maybe it was another attempt to save his wife's rationality, and he still raised this question even though he already knew the answer.

"Promise me that you will seize this opportunity! Promise me!" Martha grabbed Batman's wrist tightly in turn, her eyes looked at Thomas, and it seemed that through Thomas she was looking at a non-existent child, "So that Really? Our baby will be alive... and our own baby? Oh, he's so cute, Thomas, I haven't asked his name yet..."

"The name is Jason. It's not just Jason. There are four boys." Thomas persuasively relayed what he heard from Jason about life in another world.

"That's great, that's great." Martha nodded in a trance, "Then my baby, my Bruce, has he also become a doctor?"

"He—" Thomas was very obviously stuck. Seeing that the embarrassment was about to spread, Martha was about to wake up from her beautiful dream. What quickly and efficiently solved this embarrassing situation was a burst of lively cell phone ringing .

The source was Jason's inner pocket, another item that was fortunately not found by Martha the Clown.

The caller ID is Barry Allen.

Even without adjusting to hands-free, in the silence, the voice of the other party in the conversation is still clearly heard by everyone.

"Jason, why aren't you at home? I'm so hungry. There's nothing to eat here. When are you coming back? When I came to Gotham, I didn't bring any money or credit card with me. I couldn't even order takeout. You When will you come back, can you bring me something to eat?"

Martha stared dumbfounded at the little grandson she had just caught and escaped somehow, as well as the "bat" next to him who was holding a trash can and was also dressed in a black bat suit, but was obviously several years younger than Thomas. Xia".

Martha bent down calmly, picked up her warhammer, her eyes were full of frenzied emotion, and she came to Jason with a chilling smile.Thomas, who was left in place, had already pressed his hand to the holster on his waist, ready to strike at any time, and Bruce also moved his position to hide Jason behind him.

Jason looked at the clown Martha in front of him calmly, completely giving up guessing what the other party wanted to do—never try to guess the brain activities of a madman, unless you want to join them—silently waiting for the ending to be revealed.

"Jason, come on, my good boy, grandma will give you a little hammer to play with, oh~" Martha, with a smile that might have looked very kind if it wasn't for the hideous wound on her face, held the handle that looked like a battle (xuè) Gong (jì) Biao (bān) Bing (bān) gave Jason the hammer.

Accepting the grandma's meeting gift with trembling hands, Jason looked at the fresh piece on the hammer head, which seemed to be the blood he contributed.

It feels like I got a great gift.